Seven Set Free
January 28, 1986

What was it
That mocked sweet sleep
A message from beyond
Understanding
Some doom
Portended
In the mist of a dream
No heed taken…

Challenger
Daring courier to the impregnable Dark
Blazing heavenward
Bold and confident
To touch the stars…
Who saw the finger
Death's black-gloved hand
Slip to the trigger
And pull
Seven helpless victims
Through the fires of hell?
Peer in dumb silence
Mortals below
Through clearing smoke
Falling debris
Your eyes cannot see
Seven set free
Soaring still to the great unknown
They challenge us all.

Take heed
And listen
Sounds in the night
Speak truths in the light
While the riddles of life
Unanswered
Remain.

© Laurence Overmire

Commentary:

I began writing poetry to express thoughts and feelings that grew out of everyday life experiences. I wanted to capture for myself particularly poignant moments in order to etch them more concretely in my memory. The poems became a very personal kind of "diary in art."

On January 28, 1986, I was watching the Challenger liftoff on television and witnessed the horrible explosion. At that instant, I recalled a dream of the week before in which I saw the Challenger explode--a disquieting dream to be sure, but I really thought nothing more of it.

A torrent of emotion was stirred within me by this catastrophic event, rousing internal debate about the nature of dreams, of life, and of reality itself. "Seven Set Free" reflects both optimism and foreboding in the face of death. To be aware is perhaps the best we can hope for. As Hamlet says before his fatal contest with Laertes, "Let be. The readiness is all."

Laurence Overmire
Bonfire contributor